More Than Summer Housemates

Debbie Hill had a towel wrapped around her naked torso as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. She felt less awkward doing this today than yesterday because the homeowners had left for a 4-week European cruise. Debbie had only moved into the house a couple of days before. The only other person in the house was Heather Baker, the 19-year-old daughter of the homeowners. Both Debbie and Heather had just finished their first year at the University of San Diego.

Every year, the Bakers would rent out their spare bedroom to a USD student who wanted to stay in San Diego while the dorms were closed for the summer. Mr and Mrs Baker had met as students at USD, and as alumni, they liked helping students when they could. This year, since Heather was now also a student at USD, her parents let her have some say in who they would rent the room to.

Heather had lived in the dorms during the school year, even though her family's house was just a few miles from USD. Her parents insisted she live in the dorms to get the whole college experience. But Heather did not live in the same dorm as Debbie, and they only had one class together: Intro to Psychology. That was a large class, so at the interview, they both recognized each other from class, but they had not had any previous conversations.

Heather took participating in her parents' interviews very seriously. A couple of students were vying for the room, and she wanted them to choose someone cool. Early in Debbie's interview, Heather learned that she and Debbie had volleyball in common. Both had been on their respective High School teams.

Heather had been on the Francis Parker School's team in San Diego, which was always in contention for a State Championship. Debbie, however, went to Sultana High School, in Hesperia, California. She had been captain of the team, but unfortunately, that school was never known for having a good volleyball team. Hesperia is a city in the Mojave Desert, and a bit more than 100 miles north of San Diego. It is a dry, windy, and sandy place, and it certainly made sense that she wanted to stay in San Diego.

While Heather was confident her own volleyball experience was more intense than Debbie's, she figured it would be fun to have someone with a similar high school experience, and that tipped the scales towards Debbie getting the room.

Debbie was one of eight children in her family, and it made sense that when Debbie moved into the Baker's house, one of her teen brothers drove down to San Diego with her parents to help her move out of the dorm. Of course, her parents also wanted to check out the living arrangements, the house, and the neighborhood. Given that the house was in Point Loma, an area a few miles from USD with amazing houses and views, they were pleased and, secretly envious of the accommodations. The house was spacious, modern, and with a beautiful view of the San Diego Bay. It was perched on a steep hill, so there were few obstructions to seeing the various ships and boats coming in and out. With their worries assuaged, and their first month's rent provided, Debbie's parents took her for a goodbye dinner and then drove back to Hesperia.

It was hard to loosen up and feel at home with Heather's parents around. They were busy getting ready for their trip, meaning they were always on the move. She kept feeling she was in the way, or a general burden for them. So, with the parents gone (something somehow no one told the Hill family about), Debbie could walk down the hall to the bathroom without an awkward accidental encounter with Mr or Mrs Baker. It is bad enough to be in the way; it is another level of awkwardness to be in someone's way wearing only a towel. Being wrapped in a towel amongst her teammates was second nature for her; practices often ended with a shower in the women's locker room. In fact, it was a bonding activity for the team and something to look forward to. But this was different. Heather's parents were, of course, grown-ups, who may judge her about her body, or worse may check her out. They were too old and parental to be anything but cringy to be around, especially in just a towel.

With them gone, only Heather would see her, and they had already recounted their glory days of volleyball team antics. It would be more natural and therefore not a concern.

Debbie was still in awe of the bathroom; it was larger than any in a house she had been in. It had two sinks, a toilet —with a bidet—and a large step-in shower that had a built-in seat in the far corner. Everything seemed new and modern. Growing up with eight kids, everything new somehow immediately became worn. Heather's house was downright posh compared to her crowded home.

But Debbie loved most the full-length mirror in the bathroom that was between the sink and the toilet. As Debbie entered the bathroom, she felt compelled to look at herself in the large mirror. Her family's home had only one full-length mirror. So, she only bothered waiting for a turn to use it when getting ready for fancy occasions, like Mass or weddings. Usually, she had to be satisfied with the torso-high mirror over the sink.

Having a full-length mirror in the bathroom meant she could linger and examine herself from head to toe; and better yet, while naked. She stayed fixated on the mirror while unwrapping her towel. Fortunately, in general, she liked what she saw. Her dark hair was a bit past her shoulders, and it looked thick and lustrous, with a bit of a wave to it. She used a band to put her hair in a ponytail since she was not planning to wash it. Tying it up, meant raising her arms, which revealed to Debbie that she would need to shave her underarms in the shower.

Continuing her mirror gazing, she examined her cheeks that had cleared up nicely over the transition from high school to college. She was happy she could get away with only a little makeup and could kept it natural. She had received compliments on her bright smile, but she did not dwell on that. Instead, she lowered her gaze to her chest, where she felt her barely B-cup breasts looked about right on her athletic torso. They were certainly "perky," keeping their shape without support. She liked the shape of her breasts; they did not droop, but they still had a defined curve under her nipples, and they had a smooth ramp up to about level with her underarm. She also liked that her nipples poked out of rather small areola that was just a shade or two darker than her skin, but with more pink than the rest of her chest. While admiring them, she could not help but rub and squeeze her nipples a bit. She loved the way that pinching her nipples somehow caused a stir in her pussy.

Next, the mirror revealed her athletic torso. She could even discern some abdominal muscle in spite of the lower activity during finals. She rubbed her abs as she assessed them. They were still feminine, which to her meant not a 6-pack, but she was seeing and feeling muscle down to below her belly button.

And then there was her pussy. She had trimmed her dark pubic hair the day before, so it was tidy. All the girls on her team had done either that or shaved it entirely. But she liked the youthful athletic look of her slick body, yet with a bit of bush which she associated with the maturity of an adult woman. Near her pussy folds and lips, she did shave for easier access. Naturally, her fingers followed down to rub her mound a bit and felt for some of the wetness that her inspection was producing.

Debbie intended to get turned-on by her body-inspection, so there was no reason to deny herself. Rubbing her clit was demanded as she felt it protrude. She dipped her middle finger in her wet slit and then used the moist finger to flick her bean. Watching in the mirror, she got to work on her whole pussy, rubbing from side to side. Her unoccupied left hand traveled up her torso, squeezed her left breast, and pinched her nipple.

She knew it was only a matter of a few minutes to get herself off. Her ramp-up to orgasm was increasing, but she still wanted to admire her form in the mirror. So, she slowed her right hand's action and turned a bit to see her calves. This caused her to pout a bit because they did not look as strong as they were in the height of volleyball season. But they were still fine.

She then spun a bit more so she could check out her butt. She had not seen her ass at this angle, so it was fun to check it out. She liked that her tight ass had defined glutes that with little flex, puckered nicely. As she continued to explore it, she let her left hand's middle finger drag from her taint up the crack giving her another dimension of arousal.

And then, just to be complete, she decided to study her toes by lifting her left foot onto the sink counter. As an added bonus, doing this created an amazing angle for her middle and ring fingers to dip into her pussy. She left them inside and began rubbing against the inside front wall of her vagina. The feeling was getting more intense making her lose interest in her foot. She closed her eyes and continued to rub herself.

But then she scolded herself and forced herself to open her eyes again so she could enjoy the show in the mirror. Her pussy was being stretched in a circular movement, and her middle finger was tempting to plunge in again. Debbie wanted that visual stimulation, but the sensation from her pussy was becoming dominant so she again plunged her fingers inside.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door that startled her out of her nearly orgasmic trance.

"Debbie, can I get in and pee?" Heather said, sounding urgent.

Debbie, quickly lowered her leg and pulled her finger from her pussy.

"Um, yeah, I guess so, I'm about to get in the shower."

"Thanks, sorry about that," Heather said while opening the door. As she entered, Heather kept her head down to not make it weirder and allowed Debbie some modesty. Heather made clear her focus on one thing: lifting her long T-shirt and sitting on the toilet before it was too late.

The sound of a strong stream splashing in the bowl rivaled the noise from the shower. And after a several seconds passed, its duration started to become noticeable. Debbie tried not to shake her head while she entered the shower and started the water.

"Sorry to barge in," Heather said, as her stream finally began to subside. "It was a force of habit to run to this bathroom, and once I got here, I was feeling I'd better not push my luck. I really had to pee bad! But sorry to barge in while you're naked."

"That's fine," Debbie said, doing her best to appear unperturbed. With three bathrooms and only two people currently in the house, it seemed unnecessary. But, as an athlete, she had spent many hours naked in the women's locker room with her teammates having conversations while peeing, and Heather probably had as well. She could look past this. Of course, she also had to keep to herself how close she was to climaxing when the knock came. That was a big disappointment.

Heather flushed and then immediately apologized for the drop in water pressure. She was washing her hands when she called out to the now steam-covered shower enclosure, "Do you still want to go to Mission Beach today?"

"Yeah, sounds good. I'm going to be a bit longer in here so I can shave."

"I'll do the same. The fog probably won't burn off at the beach for a while anyway, so no rush.

*******

It was a short drive to the parking lot at South Mission Beach. Not too surprisingly, the small parking lot had plenty of spots. Cloudy mornings in mid-May meant parking was no issue. Also, serious surfers are early birds, so they had already had their fun and left. But the volleyballers were just getting started.

Heather and Debbie set their towels on the sand near the volleyball courts and sat down to discuss their next move. Both were in one-piece bathing suits, so they were ready to join a pickup game if the opportunity came up.

"Ok, let's see how this works," Heather said, and started walking towards one of the sand courts that had a coed 5-on-5 game going. Each side had 3 guys and 2 women, and they all looked to be in their early or mid-twenties. The men were shirtless and wearing volleyball shorts, while the women had a variety of outfits, from two-piece sports-bra tops to volleyball shorts and dry-fit T-shirts.

On the sidelines, there were three women sitting in beach chairs who clearly were not intending to play. They had hair extensions, full makeup, and skimpy bikinis. They looked fabulous but were not there to exert themselves. They were only half attending to the game and were mostly sharing things they were seeing on their phones.

When Heather and Debbie got next to a net post, one of the guys asked, "You two want to play?"

Astonished that it was that easy, Heather paused for a second to assure she heard right, and then said "Yeah, that would be great! We'll split up." So, they each took positions in the back center to fill in the back line.

The three spectators stopped staring at their phones and watched the game so they could assess the newcomers. Their curiosity was not motivated by jealousy or threat; the culture was one that you would expect to add players like this. But still, they wanted to see what these two younger players were like.

While Debbie had played competitively, she had not played beach volleyball. This meant she had to learn the pacing of the game when soft sand impedes movement. And she also needed to get comfortable diving more. The gritty feeling of sweat and sand all over was also new. But still, both were getting into the game and feeling they were not too much of a hindrance to their teams. It was also fun that the sideline women started cheering them on. As they cheered, Debbie noticed they were passing a Hydro Flask around. She was pretty sure the escalating bawdiness of their cheering was, in part, due to the contents of that container.

The players were joking around too, but mostly stayed focused on the game. Then one of the three women spectators yelled out to the player who was about to serve, "Hey Ron, don't look at me!" Simultaneously with that yell, she lifted her skimpy top, baring her large tits for him and everyone else to see. She gave them a quick wiggle and then covered them again. The effect was successful, as Ron whiffed the serve sending the ball right into the net.

Heather involuntarily gasped, but the other players, including Debbie, burst out laughing. Debbie was on Ron's team and she was facing right at those bouncing boobs. Of course, Ron's team gave a halfhearted protest since they lost their serve. Still laughing, Ron yelled, "No fair, Jen, that's playing dirty!" But then followed up with "But feel free to do it again!"

Chuck, one of the guys on Heather's team replied, "Hey now, don't get used to seeing my girlfriend's tits!" But then he followed up with, "But honey, anything you can do to help us, go for it!" That got a cheer from both sides, except Heather and Debbie. They were suddenly feeling a bit in over their heads with this group.

The game continued, and when Ron's team won a rally, they rotated; meaning Debbie was the server. Thinking Jen would only flash the guys, she was doubly surprised when Jen gave her a tit-show. This time she left them bare longer and jiggled her C-cup boobs with her hands. She even mocked licking her large aureolas. It was clear to all that Jen was a master boobs shaker. Not only did they go side to side, but she also managed a circular movement. It was a beauty to behold. The two other women on Debbie's team also commented about the lack of tan lines.

While Debbie thought she had regained composure from the dancing, large, gorgeously tanned tits in her peripheral vision, it turned out she was still in their throes. As Debbie tossed the ball up to serve, she missed timed the hit, sending the ball far to the left, barely missing the three spectators.

With the serve again destroyed by the show, all the players stopped their play and laughed. None of the players bothered to protest. But then Cody said, "Shit! The lifeguard's coming!"

A strong-looking woman in a lifeguard one-piece swimsuit was walking up to the three seated women. Her dark sunglasses masked who she was looking at, but there was no question that she was talking to Jen. "Ma'am, there are kids around, so we need to stay PG on our beaches. Please keep yourself covered and don't flash people!" Her demeanor was serious and set to challenge anyone who talked back. But her authoritative stance was to no avail.

"I'm pretty sure I can show my boobs if I want to," Jen replied.

Heather was already stunned to see one from their group get called out like that; but talking back to a Lifeguard made her jaw drop. But Debbie was loving the back and forth.

"Besides," Jen continued, "I'm trans, so when I show my guy-nipples, it's the same as these shirtless men." With a finger pointing to Chuck, who was now starting to giggle.

The lifeguard was flummoxed by that response. She suddenly realized she needed to tread carefully, or this would turn from fun hijinks to a full-on confrontation. Yet, even with her professional demeanor, she could not help but look at Jen's string-tied bikini bottoms that barely covered her crotch. There was a clear camel-toe displayed. But the lifeguard was adept at handling beachgoers who felt entitled to disrespect lifeguards, so she did not take the bait.

"Hun?" Jen called out to Chuck, "This nice lifeguard wants to know if I'm trans. Is it ok with you if I show her what I've got down here?" She pouted a bit while framing her crotch with her two upward-facing hands.

"Hun, you do what you want. I think the lifeguard will be happy to see it either way," Chuck said, and then burst into laughter. Aside from Heather and Debbie, the others also started to chuckle.

Fortunately, the lifeguard diverted the discussion. "How about I have Beach Patrol check that thermos of yours. I'm sure you read all the signs that there's no alcohol on the beach." She left that hanging for a minute and then continued, "How about you slow down on your thermos, keep your top on, and go back to having good-old family-friendly fun in the sun."

"Yes, sir!" Jen said, but it was easy to tell in her changed voice that she knew she had lost this battle, and it was time to let it end.

Heather was relieved that the interaction did not escalate. She had never been in trouble, not in school, not in sports, and certainly not out on a public beach. Debbie, however, was still in awe. That Jen took the interaction with the lifeguard right to the edge just for the fun of it, was a revelation. Growing up in a church-going house with all her siblings, there was no room, nor patience for trouble.

From then on, the game went normally as the players got a bit more serious. When it ended, everyone chatted and got to know each other a bit. As things were wrapping up, Ron suggested that Debbie and Heather meet up with them in PB Bar and Grill later tonight. But that idea was quickly slammed by one of the women saying "Hello! They're, like, 18! Cradle robber!"

While Debbie and Heather protested that they were 19, they understood that these were all way older than they should be hanging out with off the court.

On the court was another matter. Through the various conversations with the women-players, they were encouraged to sign up for a 2v2 beach tournament that was happening in a few weeks. And after getting a taste of beach volleyball, and some prodding from the other players, Heather and Debbie decided to sign up for the tournament. On impulse, Heather pulled out her phone and signed them up using her mother's Visa card for the entrance fee. "Thanks Mom!" Heather said jokingly. That drew a few cheers from the other women.

As the two returned to their towels, they started making plans. They would need to be practicing and getting back into game-day shape. They also needed matching volleyball uniforms. That was the easiest thing to accomplish immediately. Heather found an online store that sold assorted styles with fast delivery. The harder part was agreeing on style and color.

They both were leaning towards a two-piece bikini/sports-bra style. Heather was particularly partial to the style with strings on the back. Debbie was okay with their look, but was not sure they would be supportive enough. So, they decided to take advantage of the store's return policy and order one one-piece and three different two-piece styles.

The colors were hard to discern from the photos, and their names were only slightly helpful: Peachy Keen, Dessert Bloom, and so on. But they both agreed they cared less about the color and more about the fit.

Heather managed to stay in a state of exhilaration as she scrolled through the styles. But Debbie was getting worried. "I don't actually have a lot of money right now. I don't have any tutoring gigs yet, and I really don't want to ask my parents for anything like this. I'm not sure they'd want me doing it. Especially my dad."

Heather barely looked up and replied "I'm going to use my mom's credit card again. She would totally expect me to do that for something like this. We'll only end up keeping one set, so it won't be a big deal."

"Are you sure, I really need to not get in trouble."

"One hundred percent. It will not be a big deal."

"Ok, cool, thanks!"

*******

After about a week of training, both Debbie and Heather were feeling good about their progress. Being game-day ready would be tough but fun, even if it meant some soreness. But their excitement was peeked when Heather came running into the house holding the package with the uniforms.

Both let out a screech and Heather tore open the package and laid out the uniforms. Heather then described their strategy. "Ok, let's do the one-piece first. I want to make sure we have our backup ready just in case these others are just too much."

Since both were about 5' 10" and had a similar athletic build, the only size difference between them was their chest. But for the styles they ordered, the small difference between the two was not important. So, they had only ordered one size of each style. Debbie nodded in agreement and picked up one of the suits. She started to turn to head to her bedroom when she saw Heather already stripping right there in the living room.

Debbie stood there and watched. It was not the nudity that left her stunned, it was the windows and the open space of the room that just seemed wrong to be naked in.

With her pants off, Heather looked up at Debbie. "It's ok, no one ever looks through those windows. This house is higher than the neighbors' across the street. I've been in their house; they can only see the ceiling. Just don't walk right up to the window and it's fine."

With that assurance, Debbie stripped down to her panties and slipped on the one-piece.

"What do you think?" Heather said posing with her hands on her hips.

"Pretty basic, but it can work. Not something that'll get us attention though."

"Yeah, I agree. We keep these as backups."

Within a few seconds, Heather's one-piece uniform was off. Debbie finished reassuring her uniform fit ok and then stripped it off and put it aside.

Debbie then picked up the two-piece, standard uniform with a cropped tank-top style. She grabbed the bottom piece, and held it to her crotch and said, "My panties aren't going to work with the bottoms on these other styles."

Heather just said "Yep," and she pulled off her panties.

Hesitantly, Debbie said, "Yeah I guess." She then also took off hers.

As Heather stood putting on the top, Debbie stared at Heather's crotch. She had seen it before, but the bald mound and pussy were more prominent in this context.

"Did you wax or shave it?" Debbie asked.

"Waxed. I've done it for a few years now. I love the way it looks and feels." She couldn't help but give her mound a little rub and remarked "Smooth!"

"Isn't it kind of weird to have someone doing that to you. I mean they must be all like staring at your pussy. I'd be so embarrassed. I can't even imagine what my parents would do if they heard I let someone do that to me."

"Huh, it was my mom who suggested it. She said she does it and that my dad loves it."

"Ewe, that's weird! I don't ever want to know what my dad likes or anything about him and my mom. Not the sort of thing you'd talk about around our school or church friends."

Debbie continued staring at Heather's crotch. "But it does look nice."

Heather just said "Thanks," and then she stunned Debbie by pulling up her skin above her slit and gave her clit a couple of taps. "See, looks great, and gives easy access."

"You're bad! But hot too. I think I'll at least shave before we do more."

"No, don't worry about it, and don't shave! I'll get you into my waxing lady and we'll get you smooth. If you shave, waxing won't work."

"How much will it cost though. I'm not making much so far, with the summer tutoring. My parents want me to pay half the rent. So maybe I just shave."

"No worries, I'll cover the first one, and it may actually get us through the tournament. Since I really want to go skimpy, I'll foot that bill."

Debbie shook her head, not believing they would be so exposed that she needed to wax, but it was also exhilarating.

"I have a funny feeling I won't be showing pictures of our tournament with my parents."

The rest of the fashion show became less and less inhibited. Debbie stood naked, waiting for Heather to try the cropped-tank style on to see if it was even worth putting on herself. While she watched, she caught herself pulling on her pubic hairs, straightening their dark curls, and imagining both the possible pain from the waxing, but also the smoothness that would probably feel nice.

They were down to two options, both two-piece. The bottoms were both cut low in the front, and with a wide g-string style up their crack. They both thought their asses were their best feature, so they got a thrill thinking about showing them off. But to be safe, they checked to be sure that when they bent down in a ready position, the material still covered their anus. When Debbie was checking Heather's coverage, she did move the material a bit, eliciting a lighthearted response of "hey now, take it easy" from Heather, as she shook her butt a bit.

The two sports-bra style tops mainly differed in the back. One was a string style, the other a band of material. As they tried these on, neither was wearing the bottoms.

"I'm fine with either," Heather said.

"I'm a bit worried about the support of the string ones. I really don't like it when my tits bounce when I jump." And she jumped and raised her hands, as if to block a ball. This maneuver meant Heather was standing staring at Debbie's boobs, looking for bounce. But her eyes also drifted down to her pubic hair, and she started to imagine the sight of Debbie's bare pussy.

Debbie repeated the move a couple times, then switched back to the banded back style. Heather waited patiently to hear the verdict.

"I think I can go with the string-backed one. Its support is good enough, and it looks hot!"

"Yay! That's my favorite too. But one thing: tan lines. We need to get a good base so we don't get weird patterns on our back. And you, especially need it down there, because I don't think it's seen the light of day since you were five."

Debbie chuckled at that, but nodded indicating it was true.

Heather continued, "We'll start tanning our backs and wait on fronts till two days after you get waxed."

"Sounds like a plan," Debbie said, showing a bit of nervousness as she bit her thumbnail.

Heather gave Debbie a tight hug, not caring that she was naked, and Debbie had only a top. "Ooh, we are going to be fire out there!"

*******

They continued to follow the regimen: train in the morning and tan in the afternoon. Between that, or in the evening, Debbie got some tutoring gigs, which relieved her worry that her dad would be pissed.

Heather got Debbie a waxing appointment just two days after the uniforms' arrival, so everything was staying on schedule.

As they parked at Debbie's waxing appointment, Heather said "I'll wait for you in the boba place while you're getting awesome! Come meet me there when you're done. I already put my mom's credit card on the reservation. Just add like a $10 tip to it, and sign."

After about 30 minutes, Debbie barged into the boba shop, and while containing her urge to yell, still whisper-yelled, "Oh my God that hurt!"

"Yeah, it sucks, that's for sure. But you kind of get used to it, and besides, I bet it looks awesome, and" now that Debbie was close to her, she changed to a whisper, "will feel amazing."

After Heather bought Debbie a boba— "for being a good girl getting your pubes ripped out"—the two went home, and true to their schedule, they needed to spend some time sunning. They stripped, and Heather said, "Let me see." Which of course was going to happen regardless. But Debbie was surprised when Heather squatted down to crotch level.

"Looks pretty red, but I'm guessing it will have calmed down by tomorrow, maybe Thursday."

Debbie tried to stay focused on the observation aspect, but could not help feeling a stir with Heather in that position. Debbie's right thumbnail, again, was between her teeth.

It was already awkward, but Heather then took a breath in through her nose. That made Debbie's eyes widen. She worried some of her excitement was translating to getting wet. But Heather banished that thought by saying "I love the lotion Katie uses after the waxing. It's Tea Tree I think, but with something else. Yum!"

"Oh, yeah, it was great. Felt good, too." Debbie regretted that wording, but hoped it didn't sound weird.

"Did she give you a bit more to use later?"

"No, I didn't ask."

"No worries, I think I still have some left from my last appointment."

Heather went straight to the bathroom and retrieved a small container of lotion. While walking back, she put a dab of the lotion on her index finger. "You'll want to spread it around the part where your leg creases like..." Heather stopped abruptly and looked up with a mortified expression. "I am so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I shouldn't have touched you there. I'm so sorry, really please forgive me," she pleaded.

Debbie shook her head and raised her hands a bit. "It's no big deal, you were just trying to help. I get it."

"Are you sure? Really, I'm a big consent person and there I was just grabbing your pussy just because it was there. And ..."

"You didn't grab my pussy, you were trying to help the irritation. And that was all."

"Yeah, but ..." Heather tried to say more, but Debbie put her hand up and said "Yeah, nothing. I was not violated. I was not assaulted. You were helping. And it wasn't anything like that. It wasn't even sexual."

Debbie paused and then realized this was an opening for disclosure, and she decided to take it. "I know when a girl wants to rub my pussy, and it was nothing like helping my irritated skin."

Heather paused and checked herself to ensure she heard correctly. "So, you're gay?"

"I don't know about that, but I've had a few encounters, and they were pretty awesome."

"Ok, cool-cool-cool, yeah, so I'm sorry I reacted like that, but..."

"No sorry, no worries, we're friends, housemates, and now teammates."

"Ok, yeah, I know a lot of the girls on my team were Lesbians or Bi. I don't know... It really didn't matter. Teammates did matter, and so yeah, I've... I just... we kind of got close with all this. Sorry I made it awkward."

"Accepted. But promise me this: We still get rid of tan lines, we practice hard, we look hot, and we kick ass!" And then she added, "Oh, and you never mention this to my parents because they, and the whole church community up there, will not understand. After all, they put me in a Catholic university."

"Yeah, but it's a cool one. I mean, they give out condoms, after all, so maybe there's hope."

"Ain't gonna try 'em on this one," Debbie proclaimed.

A few days later, it was time to lie on their back in the sun and assure their whole bodies, from their nipples to their bare pussy lips, were at least not pasty white. The awkwardness of the couple of days before was far behind them. Working out hard, seeing each other get more toned, and regaining their skills, was creating a bond that only team sports could give. It was nonstop affirmation. They would marvel at each other as they pointed out progress and improvements.

By the time they were three days away from the tournament, their routine had shifted. Their practice focused on 2v2 strategy, so they spent as much time as possible at Mission Beach, taking on any other couples who would play them. Coming home, they would shower the sand off, and then typically remain naked or bare-chested. Debbie especially liked doing that because she felt it let her enjoy a freedom only her brothers could have. They also stopped scheduling a tanning regimen, since they were often naturally in the sun and their base-tan was solid, and much more even. However, lying outside was a wonderful way to relax and sometimes even nap so it still happened without being scheduled.

Their comfort level was now so complete, while lounging naked side by side in the sun, Heather asked "So, tell me about your experiences. Did you have, like, a girlfriend?"

Debbie paused to think about how she wanted to describe this and then responded "Actually I've been with two girls, and a guy. But I don't really consider any of them boyfriend or girlfriend. It was more just fooling around."

Heather turned towards her and sat cross-legged facing Debbie to encourage more.

Debbie decided it would be fun to share, so she also sat facing Heather. It was not lost on either of them that they had their pussies on display.

"My first was a guy named Paul Peterson; he got a lot of shit about his name with people mock stuttering it or giggling while saying alliterations that could included penis and prick. But anyway, I had just turned 18 and wanted to flaunt it. But, yeah, it ended weirdly.

"I was at a house party and Peter was there, and since we had physics class together, we started talking shit about the teacher and some of the students and all that. Well, I guess through talking about dorks and such, we kind of got turned on. We were getting flirty, and somehow, we decided to walk to a park near the house. There was kind of a secluded bench, and we started making out, which then led to rubbing each other through our clothes."

"So nothing happened really, just some petting?"

"No, he got his hand into my pants and started rubbing me."

"Ok, cool."

"Yeah, it felt good, and so I kind of went with it, and I reached into his pants."

Debbie paused the story to ask Heather "Wait, have you touched a dick? Do I need to talk about that?"

"Yeah, and I think we've got similar stories so far."

"Ok, cool, so he was hard, and I touched it, and I'm guessing you also were surprised how hot, like temperature hot, it was."

"Yeah, totally! That actually kind of freaked me out."

"Same. Ok, so we rubbed each other, and I wanted more so I asked him to open his pants, which he did, like in double time."

Heather giggled a bit with that. She imagined that would be every guy she ever knew would do.

"So, his boner poked right through his boxer's fly. I mean, yeah, so there it was. I wanted this too, so I opened my pants, and he was rubbing me. And I grabbed him and he fingered me. But after like three strokes he says—and these words are burned into my brain— 'Oh shit! I'm busting!'

"I had no idea what to do. I just stopped and held his dick thinking that would help. I guess I thought he could control it, but, nope, he started spurting cum all over the place and also down his shaft onto my hand.

"We were both kind of stunned, but then he freaked out and was all pissed about the mess and pulled up his pants and speed-walked to his car and drove off.

"I think he was embarrassed about coming so quick. He'd probably had porn-brain, thinking he'd be plowing me for an hour or something. It got awkward from then on with him, and we really didn't talk much after that."

"Wow, ok, yeah, I think every girl has an awkward disappointing first-time story, but what about the two girls?

"Actually, one was at USD. But the first was a teammate in High School. It's going to sound phony, but somehow the two of us were alone in the locker room because we stayed to clean up, and the female coach had to leave early, so our male coach just told us not to goof off while he graded some papers in the gym.

"We were in the communal shower, and my teammate picked the shower head next to mine. I wasn't stupid, I knew she was a lesbian, and so I guess I was probably being responsive to her flirting. She was actually really hot. Her tits were kind of perfect, I guess similar size as mine, but her nipples were really big... like you had to stare at them. We were all in shape, but her muscles kind of popped more than most of us. She also had a cute pixie haircut and insanely blue eyes."

"Shit! She was hot, naked, and coming onto you. Damn! What did you end up doing?"

"She was really direct. She just said, 'You're hot Debbie. What do you think of me?'

"Looking back, I guess I should have been stunned, but honestly, I just said 'Yeah, you're pretty damn hot!'

"And then she just straight out said, 'Great, 'cause I want to eat your pussy!'"

"Holy fuck'n shit!" Heather interrupted.

"Yeah, that stunned me, but also totally turned me on. I think I just said something like 'ok, that sounds good'"

"Smooth," Heather said sarcastically.

"Yeah, seriously, right? But sure enough, she got on her knees and told me to spread my legs. She spread my pussy lips with her hand —and you'll appreciate this— moved that bush I had and licked me like there was no tomorrow. She also used her other hand to rub my clit. I saw she was fingering herself too, like really roughly. Pretty soon I actually told her to go faster and not to stop, because I was about to 'bust' as the guys called it."

Heather laughed at that, but she also had moved her hand to her inner thigh and was trying not to touch herself. Debbie saw the effect she was eliciting from the story. Giving the details was becoming a game to see how Heather would react.

"Finally, I came hard and practically lost my footing. Laura also came, with her whole body balling up. The shower was hitting her, so she had to get up probably sooner than she wanted to. But she gave me a big hug, and we kissed hard. That was also my first girl kiss, and it opened me up to wanting more. Still, that whole experience was the most amazing I've had."

"Ok, that sounds hot as hell. I'm not lying, I'm totally wet right now."

Debbie of course stared at Heather's wide-open pussy. She did see some glistening, which she would have mistaken for sweat.

"But no stopping to stare at my wet pussy, you have another story to tell," Heather prompted.

Debbie knew this was just being playful, and not a demand, but she did start wondering where this would all lead.

"Actually, the other girl was at USD. I won't tell her name, 'cause that seems wrong since you may know her, or may meet her sometime.

"It was again at a party. But we actually went back to her dorm room. She put the tell-tale rubber band on the door handle to keep her roommate away, and we 69'd. That was the first time I'd licked a girl...well anyone actually. We finished each other off using our hands. It was nice, but not as intense as Laura's shower. But we're still friendly, though we didn't see each other much. But we're cool."

"That's awesome. You've got me beat in every way. My first was also an awkward fingering and dick rubbing, and the ghosting afterward. But I did have a boyfriend senior year. It was just a couple months, but he complained that our make-out sessions gave him blue balls. So, I'd get him off with a handjob. He'd finger me too, but he didn't make me come.

"There was one time I finished him with a blow job, though. But that was kind of weird having him cum in my mouth. But it was cool that I could make him spurt like that. Kind of a power trip making him turn to jelly so easily.

"I like your stories better because two of them had someone pretty much begging to get you off. I mean, you're a full-on rock star."

"Hardly, but it's been cool."

The two sat in silence for a bit. But Heather was still feeling horny, so she tried to redirect the activity. "I'm going back to tanning, it's just too nice a day. Maybe end up napping."

Debbie agreed, and they both laid on their back. But Heather found herself struggling to keep her eyes closed. She looked over and saw Debbie peacefully resting with her eyes closed. So, Heather decided it was safe to help satisfy the urge to touch herself. She laid back down and spread her legs enough to allow her middle finger room to rub her slit. She wasn't surprised her pussy was still wet. She let her finger move into her and slowly plunged a little in and out. She did that a bit and then focused on her clit, which was aching for attention. Her clit was so primed for touching, it felt like an electric shock passed through her body.

Heather grew up with a room to herself, so she was not practiced in clandestine masturbation. She suddenly became hyper-aware of her breathing, which was getting erratic, and something Debbie might hear. She abruptly stopped rubbing herself to try to calm down, but she kept her finger in her slit as a compromise.

Debbie knew something was up. Not only did Heather seem to be breathing weirdly, but there was also a wet-skin sound coming from her. Trying not to embarrass her, Debbie grunted as she turned to lie on her stomach. Of course, she saw Heather's hand moving away from her crotch, and onto her belly.

"Hey, Heather?" Debbie asked, "Could you rub some lotion on my back?"

Heather sat up and turned towards her. With Debbie's head facing away, Heather's hand went right back to her slit. She rubbed it a couple of times, and then replied, "Actually, you've got me all worked up. I have got to take care of this!"

Debbie sat up and faced Heather. She watched as Heather rubbed her pussy. With a smile, Debbie responded "I'm feeling that too. Maybe we both get off."

Heather just nodded and stared at Debbie's finger as it entered Debbie's pussy. There was no more talking, just the sounds of their breathing and a few moans. Each of them rubbed themselves exactly how they liked it, as they watched each other. Heather focused mainly on Debbie's hand as she roughly rubbed herself.

Debbie was scanning Heather's whole body. She saw the tension in her face, and her lips turned in, causing her mouth to be tightly closed. She scanned down to her tits, which were almost stationary and pointing her engorged nipples right at Debbie. Sweat was beading on her chest, making her tanned skin glisten. Her body was tense which caused her abs to flex and show off her athletic build. Heather's legs had widened even farther as her knees raised to splay her pussy, giving her hand plenty of room to rub vigorously.

Debbie's arousal emboldened her to break the silence with a gentle command, "Put your fingers in it!"

Heather opened her eyes, saw that Debbie had put her middle and ring finger deep inside her pussy, and was staring intently into her eyes. She obeyed and easily slipped them a bit into her wet slit. She bent a little forward as the sensation took hold.

Debbie continued, "Now pinch your nipple!"

Heather did not look up, but again obeyed. Her left hand squeezed her breast. Then, she pinched and pulled on her nipple.

Debbie was fixated on the show Heather provided. She could see that Heather was almost there, so she decided to try one more command. "Now look at my pussy. Fuck, I'm about to cum! Watch me cum!"

Heather tried, but was not able to see Debbie cum, because just the words were enough to send Heather into an intense orgasm. Her eyes shut and her whole body curled in spasm. She continued to rub her now dripping wet pussy. Then Heather stopped all rubbing and pinching, and just passively rode the waves of pleasure washing her whole body.

Debbie could not hold off as she watched the naked beauty before her spasm in ecstasy. Debbie stopped holding back and let her relief wash over her. She came hard, but continued to keep her eyes open so she could take in the whole experience.

After about a minute, they had both recovered enough to start giggling.

"That was amazing," Debbie said.

"Yeah, I needed that. Whew, that was good."

They stayed quiet for a bit, and then Debbie said "I'm going in and showering."

"Ok, I'll hang out a bit longer, but let me know when you're done and I'll shower after."

*******

The Friday before the tournament weekend meant shifting gears. They had to prepare to spend the day at the beach. This meant thinking about more than just the games and tans; it meant staying game ready throughout what might be a long day. There may be long breaks while they wait for their next match. And, if things went well, they would still be alive in the tournament on Sunday too. But for Saturday, they needed the basics: chairs, towels, sun lotion, coverups, hats, hydration, and food.

On Saturday, they got themselves ready. That meant shaving legs and armpits, braiding their hair, and putting on a first layer of sun lotion. By seven O'Clock, they were out the door with everything they needed, and on time to register before the 8 am deadline.

Entering the parking lot, they both were suddenly worried that they were out of their league. The scene was much more professional than they had expected. For starters, there were various sponsored booths, vendors, and two local TV news vans.

"Holy shit, this is legit!" Debbie said.

"No kidding. Not sure what we're in for here."

They parked and found a booth that looked like it was for registration. There were two lines, so they naturally took the shorter one. But when they got to the front, the guy sitting behind the table told them that his line was was for for sponsored teams only and that they needed to be in the other line. Embarrassed by the rookie mistake, they moved over and waited it out.

When they got to the front of the line, they were in for another surprise. The attendant had a marker and used it to put their team number, "47", on their left shoulder. Then, he handed them each a soft cooler with a bunch of energy bars, electrolyte powders, a small towel, a hat, some sun lotions, and some coupons for various athletic gear. All were brands they saw had booths and were sponsoring the tournament.

Their state of awe from the free stuff turned to trepidation when they saw a large monitor with a chart of the double-elimination ladder. It was there that they realized they were probably in for a very short playing experience. It turned out that many of the teams were ranked based on previous contests. Those who had official rankings were in the 'A' group, while all others were in the 'B' group. The B-group teams began with a match against a ranked A-group team. Presumably, the ranked teams would win that match, and the unranked teams would all go into the loser's branch. But after the second round, ranked teams that lost a match would start moving into the "loser" branch.

After a few minutes of processing what they were up against, Heather said, "Chances are, we'll only play 2 matches. So, you know what that means, right?"

"It'll be tough! "Debbie responded. "Did you see who we start with? We're #47, they're team #1. I think that means they're the top seed!"

"Oh, shit, yeah, I think it does." Heather paused but then came back to her original thought. "Ok, yeah, awesome, we play superstars. But what it means, more importantly, we hold nothing back. We play like we only get two chances. And if by some miracle we make it to the third round, well, we play it like our last."

"I like that. Let's bust out hard at the start and just give it our all."

The first round would start soon, so they moved to Court #1, to get situated and ready to play. Their opponents were not there yet, but some spectators were already staking out prime spots to watch. And, what made their hearts skip a beat or two, both news cameras were there, as were some people with media credentials. All were setting up with their fancy enormous cameras.

It was not lost on Heather that all the cameras were pointing at their opponent. Their opponents were the stars, and Debbie and Heather would be anonymous butts getting crushed in the photos.

Debbie started warming up, passing the ball back and forth with Heather. But they were too distracted by the spectacle to give it their all.

The game went as expected. The other women, who were about 10 years older, were awesome. Their serve came in fast, hard, and with a spin that found their unguarded areas. It wasn't until they were down by 5 that they won a rally and Heather was up to serve. That started a rally, but as Debbie jumped high to block a slam, the sound of the camera-shutters went crazy. Her opponent had jumped about six inches higher and slammed the ball back to win the rally.

By the end of the game, Debbie and Heather were energized. It started shitty, but they managed to get 4 points! Of course, both teams were good sports, and shook hands, and then Heather asked if they could take a selfie with them. "Who knows, maybe those two will be famous someday."

While posing, the captain of the other team said, "You two have potential, keep it up and you could do some damage."

While they tried to keep their cool, those words gave them quite a boost. When the first round ended, they got their assigned match in the loser's bracket. The words from the pros still rang in their ears as they played with unexpected gusto. By the end of the first day, they were one of only four high-number, B-bracket teams still alive.

Both girls agreed that making it to Day 2 was an achievement beyond their expectations. When they went home, they cleaned up, had dinner, and then did their best to get to sleep early.

Sunday came quickly and they already knew they were up against the 7th-seed team. They had seen that team crush one of the ranked teams in the loser bracket. They were strong and seemed to block like a wall. It would be tough, but as it started, they felt they could hold their own. But as the play continued, their opponents found that Debbie was having difficulty leaping left when returning serves and they exploited it. They also found they could charge the net with little concern. In short, they were outmatched.

Though they were eliminated from the competition, they stayed to watch the rest of the matches. The 1st seed team ended up winning it all, while the 7th seed, was 2nd. It was thrilling for Heather and Debbie that the two top teams were the ones that knocked them out of the competition.

As the trophy was handed to the first-place team, everyone cheered while the team celebrated with an obviously passionate kiss. Debbie leaned over and whispered, "Awesome" in Heather's ear.

They lingered at the tournament, taking pictures with various players, and searched for more free stuff from the sponsor booths. Then, while still glowing from the experience, they headed home.

*******

When they got home, they considered getting cleaned up and ready to go out. But the quiet of the house made them realize how overstimulated the past two days had been. Debbie broke the silence saying "I'm kind of crashing. Maybe we chill, get cleaned up, and have pizza delivered."

"Yeah, I'm feeling it too. I'm wiped!"

So, Heather ordered pizza and then sent a Grub hub order for some boba and ice cream. She then declared "We have time to shower before the food comes. I have got to get the sand and lotion off me. You're welcome to join me."

"Sounds good...I mean the food, thanks. But yeah, the shower too. That is totally necessary before I sit anywhere."

They stepped out to the back patio and stripped off their cover-ups and uniforms. Not surprisingly, sand fell out, and they wiped themselves off with their towels to get at least most of the sand off before heading back into the shower.

Debbie sat on the toilet and peed as Heather started the water and waited for the hot water to arrive. When the water was ready, Debbie stepped in and Heather took her turn on the toilet. Debbie had already unbraided her hair and was letting the water wet her hair as Heather stepped in while undoing her braids as well.

"Your hair is so thick, it must take forever to get that sand out," Heather said as she reached both her hands to the sides of Debbie's head and sent her fingers through the length of her hair. She did that a couple more times, as Debbie moaned in appreciation.

"That feels wonderful. I love it when my stylist washes my hair. It's like the best massage."

"Ok, now let me get my hair wet too, and you can start shampooing."

Debbie did that, and Heather was now under the water, with her eyes shut and an arched back to fit under the shower head.

Debbie had turned to face Heather. What she saw she could not help but admire. Heather's body was beautiful. Her small breasts were almost flat in this position, but her nipples were perfectly framed by her aureoles that remained pink on her tanned chest. Arching also made her tight abs tense and hard. Water was streaming down her chest, and over her abs to her pussy, and then her boldly athletic thighs. In this pose, her pussy was prominent, and the closest part of her to Debbie.

A thought occurred to Debbie; this was the pose she had held when Laura asked to go down on her. Should she be that bold? But just as that thought appeared, Heather finished rinsing her hair and stood straight up again. By reflex, Debbie also looked away to avoid getting caught staring.

Heather choreographed how they would swap soaping and rinsing after that. It worked, but also seemed to require many instances where their bodies slid against each other. Some of those instances became opportunities for silliness as Heather's soapy chest slipped by Debbie's. She exaggerated the need to shake them back and forth, as both giggled. "I guess mine aren't really the jiggling type," as she made sure her nipples slid back and forth against Debbie's.

But once they were both clean, they quickly dried off and went to their rooms to get some comfortable shorts and tanks. They knew they had to be ready when the food came.

The desserts and drinks arrived first, so they had to choose: Wait for the pizza or start with dessert.

"I've got a third option," Heather said, "I say we do some tequila shots. My dad has a bunch. We can just have a little and he wouldn't mind. It's to celebrate!"

"Sounds awesome to me! If you don't think we'll get in trouble. I do not want any calls to home!"

"It's fine. As long as we stay home, and maybe limit to one shot before dinner, and maybe one or two after, he won't care." She paused and then added, "And also, we can't hit his Anejo bottles. I know some of them are super expensive. He'd consider it a waste if we took shots of his good stuff."

Heather went to the liquor cabinet and found a blanco that was pretty full and then grabbed a couple shot glasses.

Debbie yelled out "The pizza guy is here!" She got the pizzas and put them on the dining room table, as Heather was pouring their shots.

Debbie asked, "Do you have some lime or something?"

"I'll get a couple from the fridge, and salt too. My dad would flip if he knew we were doing this. He thinks even his base bottle is worthy of sipping. But I think it's gross and have to mask it."

With that, they finished the preparation, clinked glasses, and downed the salt, tequila, and lime.

"And now let's eat!"

They each grabbed a slice and then Heather turned on the TV and found a season of Love Island they both liked. They kept the sound off and chit-chatted about their favorite contestants. But it did not take long for their conversation to return to the tournament. They both agreed they would do things differently for their next one. For instance, Debbie found that every seeded team had at least an individual Instagram account, if not also a team one. "Maybe it will give us an idea of who we'll be up against," Debbie offered.

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Heather agreed, "But I want to know how they get sponsors and how they got ranked. I think we should see how to make that happen."

Their discussion then veered to brainstorming about ways of getting ranked and sponsors. It was clear that winning tournaments was critical, but sponsorship seemed likely to be more than that. Asking ChatGPT confirmed much of what they had already generated.

They did get a bit discouraged about their involvement when they saw how much travel would be necessary to climb the ladder to semi-pro status. It seemed more realistic after college, but they resolved to keep an eye on local tournaments and to stay in shape to enter any they could.

During their chat, they had managed to polish off the pizza. "I guess we were hungry!" Debbie said, "So it must be time for dessert!" And as they finished the dessert, they decided it was time for another shot.

But with that one done, Heather felt they needed another. She proposed they have one more so they could do a toquilla toast. "To our first beach volleyball tournament. We kicked some ass, looked awesome, and had a shitload of fun. I want this to be the first of many!" They clinked shot glasses and then downed the shot.

They then sat on the couch and resumed watching the show. Both were feeling a shade above buzzed which contributed to a few minutes of complete silence as the TV remained muted and the beautiful people on the screen captured their attention.

Finally, Heather broke the silence, "I've got a question for you. Do you consider yourself a virgin?"

"No!"

"Ok, that was fast, and I get that. But follow-up: which time was the one that made you decide that? I mean, I guess if it had been a "pop-your-cherry" thing that's easy, but they weren't."

"I don't know. There was no blood, and there weren't trumpets blowing, or balloons dropping, or audience cheering. I guess it was kind of a combination of my shower with Laura and having sex with Ji... I mean... the other student.

"I guess I felt like I got fucked in the shower. It was intense, there was nothing but sex happening, and I came. But it wasn't mutual. I mean, Laura got off, but by masturbating. With the student at USD, it was mutual. I was getting her off, and she went crazy on my pussy. I mean damn!"

"That's a really cool thought. You can put them together to mean something that makes you not a virgin."

"I guess, but really it's all bullshit. Who cares?"

Heather paused for a bit, then said "It's kind of weird to me that that guy in High School may be counting a quickie blow job made him not a virgin, but I still feel like I am."

"I mean, I guess it's weird, but who cares. So he got off, good for him. Doesn't change that you got some experience, probably were excited by parts of it, other than the mouthful of cum issue."

The talk stopped for a bit.

Heather ran through her experiences and realized her best sexual experience was in her backyard rubbing herself in front of Debbie.

"So when we were out there, and watching each other, you know, rubbing ourselves..."

"And coming hard!"

"Yes, and have a mind-blowing orgasm, did that maybe make me not a virgin anymore?"

"Nah, I wouldn't say that. But again, it's up to you. I mean, that was kind of sex, but just not touching each other. But we shared something. Actually, I really got off telling you what to do, and then seeing you come because of it."

Debbie gave a quizzical look and continued, "I don't know, maybe I talked myself into thinking maybe it does count."

Heather was getting aroused. She was loving the conversation, but reliving that moment, and imagining Debbie licking that USD girl was getting her more than just stirred. Something was building in her pussy, like a gathering wave that was taking over her attention. Almost compulsively she blurted "I want to do something with you that counts. That means something."

"You mean you want to fuck?"

"I guess so. I'm crazy horny for you right now. We've been showering, sunbathing, playing, and teasing each other. I'm going to explode."

"Ok, I've been trying not to jump the gun, but I want you so bad," Debbie said as she pulled off her T-shirt.

Heather followed by taking off her T-shirt and sweatpants. She was now in just her light-green thong panties. Debbie got on her knees and pulled them down.

"I really want to lick you," Debbie said while she used her index finger to draw a line from the top of Heather's mound down its left side, and then did the same with the other side. It was an intentional tease to avoid her slit.

"I am so wanting you to do that. But is it ok if I don't lick you? I kind of feel squeamish about pussies."

Debbie pinched Heather's pussy lips together and tugged a bit. Heather gasped with the novel sensation.

"Can we do something else. Like scissoring?" Heather offered tentatively.

"Hell yeah, that sounds hot. And it's something neither of us has done. So we're still virgin about that."

"Yeah, in porn, at least, it looks a lot like regular fucking. I totally like seeing chicks riding some random huge cock, but to be honest, scissoring videos are my GOAT. I come hard with those videos every time."

"Shit, I want you!" Debbie whispered. "But can I still lick you a bit to get you ready. I have got to devour that pussy I've been seeing for a month!"

"Fuck yeah, have at it! But it's sopping wet, so I hope you like that... And also, first let me get a towel for the couch."

Heather laid a large clean beach towel on the couch and sat on it, spreading her legs wide apart. "She's all yours. No one has ever done this for me, but damn I'm ready for it!"

Debbie let the anticipation build a bit, even if part of her wanted to jump in and go crazy. Instead, she gave Heather a show.

"See this pussy?" Debbie almost whispered as she framed her own pussy with her hands. She spread her pussy lips and let her middle finger dip into her slit. "It's going to be so wet when you rub yours on mine. I'm already dripping just thinking about it." She punctuated that by inserting her finger into her mouth and sucked it as she slowly pulled it out.

Heather was smiling, "You're too much. Maybe you've got porn-brain too." Yet she had to qualify that, "But hot as hell. Fuck I want you to eat me NOW!"

Debbie knelt and used her thumbs to spread Heather's pussy lips. Then she gave it a few long, slow licks from bottom to just past her clit. Then she circled her tongue around the clit and then repeated the order. Heather was struck speechless. She had never felt anything like this. She also kept her eyes open and watched every lick and moaned with each shock of pleasure that shot up from her clit up through her spine. She forced herself to verbalize something but could only emit "Oh fuck...Oh fuck!"

As Debbie continued to flick her tongue on Heather's clit, she moved her middle and ring fingers into position to enter her opening and slowly pushed them in.

Heather pulled back a bit. "Not too deep. I don't want to pop my cherry right now."

Debbie obeyed and withdrew them and put them to use rubbing the outside lips and mound. That elicited another round of "Oh, fucks!" from her.

Feeling that Heather was plenty wet, and also knowing her own pussy was drenched, Debbie stood up and said "I want to fuck you so bad. Turn and lie back on the couch and put your leg on the sofa's back."

Heather did as told and then watched as Debbie spent a bit of time figuring out where their legs and pussies needed to be to make it work.

"It looks easier in porn," Debbie admitted.

"No rush. I almost came on your face, so I can calm down. I don't want to be one of those quick-shot guys."

That made them both giggle, but by acknowledging it was new for both, it helped make it fun again. This was not some mystical moment where magic could be lost with any imperfections. But still, they were excited when Debbie started to successfully rub her clit on Heather's pussy.

It was a new sensation. The rubbing was nice, but perhaps more from the active participation it required. Since they needed their hips to thrust in rhythm, they found Heather needed to hold Debbie's hip with her right hand, while her left hand held her leg open and her hips wide to give Debbie room to grind.

There was some giggling as they managed to contact each other. But then Debbie quieted as her rhythm became more regular. Then she grunted, "Oh shit, I'm fucking you!" She quickened her rhythm as her clit got wetter allowing her to get more action with each thrust.

"Oh fuck!" Was Heather's response.

Heather was feeling that their position was stable enough that she could prop herself up a bit to see the action. She saw how Debbie's tits were bouncing as she rocked her hips. Scanning up, she found Debbie's eyes closed and her mouth making an 'O.' And then scanning down Debbie's torso, her tight abs working her hips were grinding their smooth, wet pussies together. There were glimpses of Debbie's enlarged clit touching Heather's mound.

With Debbie's eyes closed, Heather knew she'd surprise her when she reached up with her right hand and squeezed Debbie's left boob. Hearing Debbie moan encouraged her to amplify the action by capturing her nipple between the crook of her index and middle fingers and pulling on her boob while squeezing the nipple.

Debbie's face became more contorted, as she was getting close to coming. Heather was getting off on the show Debbie's body was performing. This was building fast for Debbie. Her rhythm quickened, and the force against Heather's pussy got stronger. Heather was not sure if Debbie was breathing, but she was confident Debbie was about to come.

"Come on my pussy!" Heather demanded. "Use my wet pussy to make you come."

Debbie could not say anything but a long, drawn-out "Fuck!" She froze for a second and then released the orgasm that had been building. Her whole body contracted, and she practically gasped for air.

Heather remained still as she watched Debbie come while entangled with her. There was such power in her body as it went through the rhythm of her contractions. But she also looked exposed and vulnerable.

As the orgasm subsided, Debbie's eyes opened and stared down with a satisfied smile. She bent down to kiss Heather deeply.

"Fuck you're hot," Debbie whispered. "Now it's your turn."

Heather laid back, as Debbie gently pushed her down. Debbie used her finger to test Heather's pussy for wetness. It was drenched, probably from the combination of their two juices. And yet she decided to add some spit to be sure. She rubbed the whole area but then spent time rubbing Heather's clit with her thumb.

There was no question that Heather was still on the path to orgasm. Her clit was aching and Debbie's attention to it was intense. But Debbie was not about to settle for just fingering Heather. So, she got herself back into a tribbing position and started thrusting. But this time she was intent on focusing her wet pussy on Heather's clit.

With only a minute or so of this, Heather had closed her eyes and opened her mouth. That was the cue Debbie needed to quicken her pace. She felt assured Heather was reaching her limit.

Heather also started to thrust in rhythm, causing her to build even faster. Based on a few squeals Debbie emitted, Heather was certain Debbie was also returning to the path to orgasm again.

"Oh fuck!" Heather let out. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh shit!"

Debbie obeyed and continued her thrusting. But with her own mounting excitement, she got worried that she was going to "bust" too soon. It was almost too much seeing Heather tense up, bouncing with their pussies locked in rapid rhythm. They were fucking fast and urgent as both felt their orgasm was near. They were putting their all into achieving it, even as they wanted the moment to last forever.

Finally, Heather froze. Her eyes shut tight, as her orgasm shook her body. Looking down at Heather's powerful orgasm triggered Debbie to let go of any effort to hold it off. For the second time within a few minutes, she was experiencing an intense wave of orgasmic spasms on Heather's pussy, squeezing hard on her leg, as Heather was still in the throes of coming.

As soon as the waves of release calmed, Debbie moved over to lie next to Heather and kissed her. It was a quick one since they both were still panting. She felt it necessary to keep their physical connection. She reached across Heather's chest and squeezed her left breast.

After a minute, Debbie started to giggle and said "Fuck! I came twice. Holy shit, I can't believe that happened." Heather was also stunned, but by how physical it was. She put her hand on her pussy and felt the wetness. And then said, "That was amazing. I can't believe we fucked so hard. I'm fucking soaked."

As their breathing settled more, they kissed more deeply and enjoyed the closeness of their bodies. "Kiss me again," Heather whispered. Debbie was quick to comply, and they gently kissed.

About five minutes later, Heather slapped Debbie's ass and said, "Ok, back to reality. Mom and Dad come home tomorrow morning. I think we did a pretty good job keeping things clean, but we should do some straightening up, clean the kitchen, and make sure it's all good.

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Epilogue

Debbie and Heather had put on their nightshirts and had finished cleaning the house. They were cuddling and watching more Love Island. It was 9:15pm and they felt as though they had no more energy, but were still not able to go to bed. Neither wanted to stop cuddling, so neither suggested they start getting ready for bed.

But a text notification on Debbie's phone broke the moment. Debbie looked at her phone and said, "It's from John, my brother." She stared at her phone and Heather looked at Debbie's face for a reaction.

"Oh, shit! ...Shit, Shit, Shit!"

"What is it, is everything ok?"

"Fuck! Ok, he wrote, 'A friend of mine sent me this article about a volleyball tournament. Here's a picture from it.'"

Debbie scrolled a bit and sure enough, there was a photo of the winning team's player spiking a ball, with Debbie in mid-air, with her arms raised, trying to block the shot. It was a great picture, but it revealed much of Debbie's ass. Plus, the string back of her top, meant there was extraordinarily little material on her whole back side. Debbie showed the pic to Heather.

"That's so cool, you look awesome! And no one would know you missed the block. That's so cool!"

"No, not cool. I guess my name was listed in the caption, and my stupid brother showed it to my mom! He says, she was pissed, and that I should check my email because mom was writing one to me."

"Oh, shit! Are you checking now?"

"Of course. Shit! Yes, there's an email. Fuck!" Debbie then started reading it aloud:

Subject: Checking In

Dear Debbie Bear

Hope you are having a good summer so far. You mentioned the tutoring agency has started giving you more pupils. That's great! I hope that continues. Your Dad and I are very proud of you for doing so well in your first year. Make sure you keep that up. You're a rock star.

Speaking of being a star, your brother John found this article about a volleyball tournament. Imagine our surprise to see a picture of you in the news. It looks like you were having fun and played well. It's wonderful you could do something active. But your uniform was pretty out there. We've decided not to tell your dad about the article, but I'll mention you played in a tournament and gloss over the getup you had on.

I sent you a package with your volleyball clothes in case you get another chance to play.

Love you always and stay safe,

Mom

Heather offered support as Debbie covered her eyes. "It doesn't sound so bad to me. Maybe it's ok."

"She is literally sending me different clothes, so I don't embarrass her and everyone up there. And that she thinks my dad will flip if he sees it...Shit...I don't know. Damn! Can you imagine if he found out I was out in public like that, and worse, that I'm gay and fucked my roommate? Shit!"

"Wait a second!" Heather demanded, "They'll never know anything about you and me, and what we've done, other than play volleyball in hot uniforms."

It got quiet for a minute as they processed it all. Heather broke the silence. "I'm so sorry. Blame me! I picked out the uniforms. I signed us up. Maybe that would help! You can tell them I just wasn't thinking about how it all looks. Which is actually true.

"My parents don't care about things like that. I mean, hell, I even sent a pic of the uniforms to my mom, and she said they 'looked cute.' I shared some of our selfies Mom and Dad too. They 'liked' them. So, I don't know, just make me the bad guy. Tell them I pressured you into wearing them or something. Seriously!"

They hugged a bit, as Debbie teared but did her best to stay composed. As she began to recover from the shock, she responded "Thanks. I don't think I'll need to, but thanks for the offer. I know we didn't do anything wrong. And over time they'll learn I can dress how I want.

"But I guess it confirmed again what I already knew. I need to keep being gay secret from my family, at least for a while. I just need to be a good girl long enough to finish college, get a job, and not need stuff from them. With all the kids they have, they've got to know not all of us would be straight. But I guess they can live in denial a while longer."

Debbie typed a response, and then read it to Heather before hitting send: